Missed connections and exploding tires

We were walking down the hall to leave our printmaking class and these cute guys were standing there.

I noticed them.

So did she.

So then we walked by them and they noticed us. They smiled.

We had a moment.

Then she and I giggled. and then we heard them giggle.

It was the cutest fucking shit ever.

Cute guys on the 5th floor of building R at PCC at 8:40pm, you were cute. I hope that we have a moment together again. It made my day.

Then my car's tire got raped by an object on the freeway and it had to be towed.

Oh....life..

kiss me. kiss me and my one tooth.

All hail the gods of paper and film!

Once upon a time there was a girl who spoke way too much. She was annoying to the other people in class because of her mouthiness. One day she was signing up to get an enlarger in the dark room at school and much to the dismay and annoyance of another student, she took enlarger #13. This enlarger happened to be the other girl's favorite enlarger of all! She was furious! But instead she took #28 and sauntered off into the darkness. Time had passed and finally the girl at #28, who was wearing a particularly cute outfit that day, had finished her prints and was packing up to leave. As she bent down to grab her bag, she noticed a box on the floor. It looked like a box for photo paper and curiously, she went to grab it. It was full. Excitedly, she made sure no one was looking and stuffed it into her bag. As she ran outside, she looked in the box and not only had she found a whole stack of 100 sheets of photo paper, but 2 rolls of 120 film as well! She decided that annoying loud girl wasn't so bad afterall. Okay, so yeah, she is still REALLY stupid and annoying, but thanks to her stupidness, she is now set with paper for the rest of the semester. "Thank you Gods of photography for this bountiful gift!" She cried. The End.


Part two: A rant.

Seriously, people with the unprofessional table outside of the photo building, why did you put a Hitler 'stache on Obama? Is it because he wants to kill Jews? Or is it because you idiots don't know anything about history at all? Because if you did, you would possibly know that Germany at the time of Hitler's uprising was in an EXTREME amount of debt and to be quite frank with you, he completely turned the economy of Germany around and made the country very prosperous and a lot more well off. Then of course, he maimed and slaughtered roughly 6 million innocent people, but (as impossible as it is) if we could turn our attention slightly away from that, he was a pretty smart guy about running a country. Soooo, I haven't seen any propaganda or anti-semitism from Obama yet, unless you guys know something I don't, that 'stache doesn't quite make any sense. Now, if it was a Stalin 'stache, THEN I'd understand...Stalin was a fucking dick. You poeple with the unprofessional looking table are uber-failures.

Part 3: Reason #1 for not getting married:
I was at work last night and (as I've seen many times in the past), there was this older looking married couple sitting at the table in a corner. They weren't speaking to eachother at all. Or even looking at eachother for that matter. As I peered behind my espresso fortress and watched them, they looked like the most depressed couple I've ever seen. It was sad. These people were trapped forever in the throes of responsibility and compromise and money issues and debt. I felt so bad for them.
They were people who I never ever ever ever hope to be in my life. Ever.

Part 4: Jesus love
cute asian girls with your acoustic guitar and your cute voices, no matter how cute you may be, it still doesn't convince me that God is real. What do you hope to achieve? Do you think people wake up one morning and on their way to school think, "Oh I think I feel like being converted to an organization based on fairy tales and greedy power today!"
I don't think so, cute asian girls, I don't think so.


Fin.

L-o-V-e

Where the Wild Things Are Soundtrack

I think it is finally fall.

I do it for the taste

I drink my orange juice from the carton

I like to suck dick and I do it often

I do it for the taste

I cut off all my hair and threw it away

I pooped in the toilet and I let it stay

I do it for the thrill

I eat mac and cheese straight from the pot

Because I hate doing the dishes

I do it for the taste

this is how the picture i drew last has progressed today while I was watching Into The Wild.

That movie was depressing as fuck.

this is my face when it is unpainted

Something of the upmost importance...

Balderdash!

I believe my lungs have started bleeding. I really need to stop sticking glass up my nose.

cough cough cough

here is a painting I'm working on..

its kind of a self-portrait affair.

I was looking through my dirty windshield and I saw a face and it looked like mine.

so then I drew it with a unicorn.

everything usually ends up with a unicorn anyways.

The helicopters are looking for something outside with their spot lights. Maybe its whatever is going to fill this unsatisfying void I've been under the peril of everyday. Or maybe it is just a lowly crackhead. Maybe the crackhead will fill the void.

I will end tonight on this note:

It gives me happy chills.

Undertakings of a sacrilegious kind

"You know, being bi will give you more options. It's a lot more freedom." I said to myself one day, while I was munching on some cat fetuses.

Actually, it just gives you more options to be lonely.

So then I wielded a pair of scissors and stabbed at my hair until it fell off.

Also, my sinuses have been attacked by a giant snot beast and I feel JUST miserable. At least I got off work early...

and at least I have a brand new cardigan sweater to break in.

and at least I have the remastered version of Abbey Road to listen to later

and at least....

by the way:

this is the tattoo I'm getting.

take THAT, society.

And here is why being a robot would be better:

So you meet someone and you hit it off and there is that moment of 'fuck yeah!'..or some variation. And then you decided to pursue this interest, and everything is like a field of mother fucking daisies for you.

Oh, people warn you.

They say "he's a great guy..." but then there is a trail off. There is a point along the road where 'buts' and (sometimes) 'butts' come into play. But "fuck that" you say. "I'm gonna pursue the SHIT outta this!"

And then there comes the time for you to learn and then you find yourself taking care of this over-sized baby who can't make it into his own bed. And you realize that you wasted all of this time for someone who was wonderful and hilarious and smart but is just going to throw his life away on a fermented liquid and is NOT going to change for you. Tough mother fucking luck.

And then you leave as soon as possible and take a really hot shower and scrub off the bad decisions you've made.

And then you realize that you gave him a really good painting as a sign of affection, and now you want it back because it took a really long time to do.

And that is when you realize that being a robot would be better.

I am a beer man

My name is Gina

I am a beer man

I am a barista, certified of course

I am a mind wanderer and I wander minds

I am a yeller and a laugher

I am trying to make myself known

I am going to sell out one day

I am going to be poor

And then I will die

And I will be in a side paragraph in your art history books

You know, the one underneath that tiny picture of a painting

Don't worry, you won't be tested on this.

this is what insanity looks like. mmm, soak it in. taste the rainbow.